As soon as Song Xiang finished speaking, Yan Han closed the car window, started the car, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Imperial Capital is a super first-tier city in China. Even in the suburbs at night, there are still many vehicles.
Yan Han was racing on the highway, rushing into tunnels, and overtaking other cars at will like a go-kart.
Song Xiang was sitting in the back seat, bumping against the window back and forth, and finally could only hold on to the seat belt.
She carefully read her words back and forth, and it was obvious that they were perfect and flawless. She not only showed Yan Han that she was curbing her "ambition", but also used a suitable "successor" to dispel Yan Han's concerns. What else did he lack?
Satisfied?
The speed of the car was getting faster and faster, and Song Xiang vaguely heard the traffic police siren.
"Mr. Yan, if you are racing on the road, you will be on the hot search tomorrow!"
Yan Han: "With you."
Song Xiang: "..."
Damn it, how much hatred do I have against you? You have to drag me to death together.
Song Xiang was going crazy. She had been hungry all day, and she only had half a life left. She was tortured back and forth by Yan Han, and the health bar of the remaining half of her life was almost empty.
She felt like vomiting and retched silently several times, but because her stomach was empty, she couldn't vomit anything out at all.
"Stern cold..."
Yan Han heard the person behind him calling him in a trance, and when he was about to speak, he immediately heard a retching sound.
His pupils dilated, recalling some not-so-good memories.
"No vomiting!!"
Song Xiang almost burst into tears, "I can't control it... vomit..."
She retched again and again, but still nothing came out.
Yan Han couldn't care less about some irritable emotions, turned the car around, and headed straight for the hospital.
Song Xiang was sitting in the back seat, retching, dizzy, and her hands and feet were cold and trembling.
She suspected that she might be dying, otherwise why would her mother's voice flash in her mind.
It's so frustrating. If I really die, the cause is probably hunger.
The former chief secretary of the Yan Group died of hunger.
Damn it, no matter how you look at it, it is a hotly searched term.
She had behaved her whole life, but her death was so ugly.
Netizens will definitely discuss how she stepped into the abyss of abjection step by step. Maybe they will also dig out her tragic childhood without a father, conduct in-depth analysis, and finally come to the conclusion that the original family affects the child's life.
"Mr. Yan, remember to take the back door when entering the hospital."
Yan Han felt that her illness must be in her brain. He stared at the road ahead and did not reply to Song Xiang's crazy words.
Song Xiang closed her eyes, and her whisper turned into a whisper: "Mom..."
Yan Han couldn't hear what the person behind him was saying, but he clearly caught the word "mom".
He had mixed emotions. Seeing that he was about to be blocked by the car in front, he punched the steering wheel several times in annoyance.
Probably because McLaren's aura was too strong, the cars in front of it all moved aside knowingly.
Yan Han stepped on the accelerator and drove the car into a whirlwind.
It takes twenty minutes to get from the suburbs to the central hospital.
The car door opened and the evening breeze blew into the car. Song Xiang shivered immediately because she was covered in sweat.
She raised her head in a daze, as if she saw Yan Han bending over to hug her.
"no!"
The woman in the car shrank back.
Yan Han was relieved and patiently said, "Song Xiang, come here."
Song Xiang shook his head, his face turned blue, but he still refused, "It's not appropriate."
Yan Yanhan's face darkened, he leaned half of his body into the car, and growled: "Come here!"
Song Xiang was unconscious and her tone was extremely aggrieved, "If you want to hug me yourself, you will probably suspect me of seducing you later."
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang curled his lips and kept spouting nonsense, "Look in the mirror and see for yourself, which one of us is more likely to have evil intentions?"
Yan Han closed his eyes and took a breath, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll say it one last time, come here."
Song Xiang turned his head and clicked his tongue, "According to the development of the plot, you should be walking in the forced wind."
Yan Yan completely lost his patience and quickly got into the car. His body was as fast as a cheetah, and he easily clamped down on the lifeline of his prey.
Song Xiang was picked up by the neck and pulled out. She was still dazed and retched vigorously in the direction of Yan Han.
Yan Han looked disgusted, took off his coat and covered the woman's face, then changed his movements and took her out of the car.
The air outside was so fresh that Song Xiang hid under his suit and took two deep breaths of oxygen.
She made no movement, and Yan Han felt a little unsure. However, he had neither hands free and could not take off his suit to explore the situation.
He had no choice but to turn to the emergency room.